"And for what end?"
"To arm them."
"Oh! pride, pride! Confess that the idea was his."
"Oh! I do not know. And yet it must have been mine, for it seems that I pronounced a very good Latin text on the occasion."
"You! Latin! Do you remember it?"
"Militat spiritu—"
"Militat gladio."
"Yes, yes: that was it."
"Well, you have excused yourself so well that I pardon you. You are still my true friend."
Gorenflot wiped away a tear.